ok so lets clarify…
I guess I miswrote, or you misunderstood. Or I am not to sure. But we are definitely lost in translation somewhere. I am not in love. I never was and I never will be. I am too young, too restless, too undecided. I don’t love, I can’t love. I am dramatic, I know. I am a product of my environment. Just like everyone else I guess.
The girls are drinking beers. Soon they will go out to a bar, and I will go to bed so that I can get up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work. Sometimes I don’t know what I am living for. I feel like quitting my job and hitch hiking to California. I am tired of being grown up. I want to crawl up in my bed in my parents house and just lay there. Ramones are playing in the back ground. Sometimes I forget how happy they make me. The ladies talking in the back ground, and I say why do I even care, and I feel a little better. I will quite my job. Not now but in a little bit. Who knows…2 months? Then hitch hike from New York to California. Just thinking of this lifts my spirits a lot.
Dani and Krista cleaned the house today, it looks a lot nicer. I need to thank them again. I got two new pairs of shoes. I am running out of room for them all. I am going to buy a digital camera tomorrow. So I think I will try to post more clothing stuffs on here, since that is what I like to think about. How my clothes and shits reflects my moods, and the way they fit into my life in new York. My friends are so fashionable its ridiculous, they look amazing everyday, and I want to show them off to everyone.
I ordered shoes from Sweden…they should be coming in the mail soon. They are hand made! ooo how I love hand made shoes.
And just so all you know, clogs are gonna be the biggest bestest thing this spring. Well they kinda already are but they haven’t had their full run in the spot light because everyone will love the clog sandal for spring!
springtime [ˈsprɪŋˌtaɪm]
January 15, 2010 at 4:19 PM
you are scaring our father
January 16, 2010 at 2:46 AM
Not Mommy, Daddy. I’ll send you a plane ticket. When can you come?